A sinking feeling remains
the cold breeze of autumn return
whereby with streaking skies
the accent of winter will loom
gives a romantic flair
to a sunny afternoon.
Yet now the night,
the breeze turns slowly to a chill
the response to events
yet offering remedy at stake,
the craft of attraction
brought to a silent halt.
What we know today
feels like a lean upon slippery
rocks in a natural pull of gravity
yet lowering our sad yes
to find the chasm scream below.
We are the least important value
when a solemn regret is our scheme.
~ just finding my way, a personal journey ~